When rough bark can beget tender shoot, where may life not make a fresh start?
From A World Worth Saving, one of 296 sayings written by John Sarris over thirty years.
From Alfred’s journal
The old maple by the fence took lightning two summers back and I wrote it off, as did everyone; the bark on the south side went gray and loose as a shed skin. This morning Switch was busy shouting at nothing from a low crotch of it and I noticed, a hand's width above his tail, three green shoots pushing straight out of that ruined gray. Not from a bud, not from anywhere a bud ought to be. When rough bark can beget tender shoot, where may life not make a fresh start? For years I took deadwood for an ending, a thing to nest in and not much else, and I was wrong in a way I cannot quite measure yet. I sat there a while trying to decide whether the tree knew.
He reads what you tell him and writes a page of his journal back, with a few of these chosen for you. It costs nothing and asks for nothing.
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- What is less cluttered than the night sky, a star here, a planet there, a sliver of moon, and nothing else but all the space in the universe?
- Spring dissolves life's cares in the amber glow of possibility.
- Don’t curse the clouds, unless you would rather live in a world without rain.
- Whether from cloud, cliff, or crest of wave, water only has to fall to enchant us.